Download the official O2 app before you go. It has a map that updates in real-time—or at least reduces your chance of crying in the concourse. Also, arrive early to find your seat. The ushers are lovely but they’re outnumbered by confused, excited humans holding £20 beers.
Remember: the O2 seating plan is like a Rubik’s cube designed by a drunken mathematician. But armed with this guide, you’ll find your seat, fist-bump your neighbors, and forget all about it the second the lights go down. Now go rock out—and try not to accidentally sit in Row H when your ticket says Row G. That’s a rookie mistake I’ve seen grown adults cry over.
